Happy Arbor Day

Presbyterian Church, Nebraska City, NE

• A Poem for Arbor Day - Author Unknown 
  
  Where halts the pilgrim for an hour
  Let some tree rear its head,
  Our work can greet him with a flower,
  Or luscious fruit instead;
  Plant for the dawning years a tree,
  'Twill not be labor lost;
  You'll live to bless the day and see
  How little was the cost. 
  
  Plant trees upon the barren hill
  And in the village street,
  And shade the little sunny rill
  Whose song is rich and sweet;
  Where there's a will there is a way.
  So let the children come
  And plant a tree this Arbor Day -
  A tree that stands for Home. 
  
  Methinks the rose will fairer bloom
  Upon the bush we set,
  And softer be its perfume
  Above its coronet;
  Let every child in Freedom's land
  Hail Arbor Day with glee,
  And plant with every busy hand
  A shrub, a bush or tree. 
  
  God made the many trees for shade,
  So plant one on this day,
  In field, in town, in glen and glade
  They yield a gentle sway;
  In troops let all the children come
  With music, song and cheer;
  For Arbor Day is near to Home,
  And Home is always dear. 
  
  Go plant a tree where none is found,
  Make bright some treeless spot,
  And as the ceaseless years go round
  You will not be forgot;
  From hill to hill, from shore to shore,
  Let hands forget their play,
  And men will bless forevermore
  Our sacred Arbor Day.